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-[panegyric of thyself]- nihilistic perfection
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-= 1 + 1 = 3 =- It's called... Artisitc expression. Hahah. This was written at 12:58 pm on Saturday, September 29 -= cut the cake =- Yet, I still keep searching. In my heart and in my soul. In the eyes of those around. Looking for the reason. Looking for the meaning. Of the thing that we call life. Where do I go? What do I do? What have I become and have I been? Dwelling in this paradoxical state. Contradicting every word I say. Does it really matter? Do I really care? No. Take me as I am. Take me now. It doesn't matter. The road ahead is no different. It's all been done before. It's all been felt before. Drop me off at this point of time. Cos it really doesn't matter, How far away you'd bring me. I'd drop on off before the end, Cos that is where I belong. Stranded in the middle. And so I'll watch everyone. High above on this pedestal. Smiling at their lives. Sharing their happiness. Call me selfish for not sharing mine. My only excuse is I have nothing to share. Here we go again. Back to the start. Or is it the end? The start of the ending. It always ends. Like this. This was written at 2:16 am on Wednesday, September 19 |
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